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It snapped. She knew the day would come. It was the storm she had foreseen. She knew that the end would leave her crashing. And to no suprise. She's alone. With the same voice taunting her. She's too feeble to stand. Deja Vu at its finest. The cycle caught her and it's her tears that stain her pillow. Her sadness that keeps the plants watered. But she's alone. She tries to help. But her hands are too small. Child-like. But she's supposed to be grown. Anger boiled. Hate and resentment. Nothing made sense. The explosion. The feelings mixed until she couldn't cry or scream. All she needed was one voice to tell her she was fine and able. She couldn't find anyone. She's living in a world of lies. She's crawling into the corner to hide. Empty. Missing. Insane.